greygirlbeast | News from Nowhere (Morning After Edition)

Spooky and Byron are now on their way downtown to pick up the 16' Penske truck. I'm not awake. Hubero is still in kitty jail. Have you ever seen dragonflies have sex? No? Not sure? Well, if you have ever seen dragonflies have sex, maybe you'll understand how we're about to transfer the contents of the 12' truck to the new one. Of course, I'm not awake, so what do I know about the mating habits of the Anisoptera? Eight hours sleep last night, which is amazing (though my muscles and joints want another eight). Spooky slept at least six hours, which is a good thing. So, yeah. If all goes according to plan (and it hasn't so far), we'll do this thing, get another good night's sleep, and head out tomorrow morning. Early. I suppose this is what it feels like to be an astronaut, waiting for your taxi to the International Space Station, only there was a ladybug on the booster engine, and then someone peed in the shuttle, and you keep getting yanked back. Or not. And now, for my next trick, I shall stop typing! Voila!